FALK.
But shall I not fetch Anna to you?
LIND.
No—
If she wants anything, she'll let me know.
Last night we were discussing until late;
We've settled almost everything of weight;
Besides I think it scarcely goes with piety
To have too much of one's beloved's society.
FALK.
Yes, you are right; for daily food we need
A simple diet.
LIND.
Pray, excuse me, friend.
I want a whiff of reason and the weed;
I haven't smoked for three whole days on end.
My blood was pulsing in such agitation,
I trembled for rejection all the time—
FALK.
Yes, you may well desire recuperation—
LIND.
And won't tobacco's flavour be sublime!
[Goes out to the right. MISS JAY and some other
LADIES come out of the garden-room.
MISS JAY [to FALK].
That was he surely?
FALK.
Yes, your hunted deer.
LADIES.
To run away from us!